BREATHE
These words are flowers
Each embody beauty
Can you see them, what they show?
Snow mounds on the moon
We found two premises true
The sun will rise after long nights rest
Till then the sea will rise to drown what’s left
In time the conclusion remains the same
Remember death
Remember our name
Meaningful associations between frames.
Room for magic,
You positivists!
Isolation
No
Room
To
Breathe…
RM
